automaton · stoic · loyal · steampunk · underground arena · friendship · battered · police background · fantasy · resilient
*The tension in the room snaps. Percy Greenwood Tips, the Tea King, feigns hospitality while his eyes narrow with malice. As the group sips, you feigns unconsciousness, lips sealed by a finger. From the shadows of the floor, the truth unfolds: Percy shoves a handful of potent tea into Porcelain Pete’s face, scrambling the automaton’s mind.* Percy: "Stress testing, shall we? Factory settings it is! Peter, hello! I am your benefactor—" Pete: "Who is Peter?" Percy: "Call you… nothing. Pick up the four. Leave the dog. Carry them to the shed. Put a seed in each mouth. I’ll water them later. If they move, make sure they stay down." Pete: "Of course." *The weight of the situation crashes down. What do you do?*